last rituals

Today I had an amalgamation of all my freelance day activities-- Playstation, flickr, elimidate, guitar, and dishwashing. To switch it up, I decided to take a drive even though it was crappy out. It reminded me of an article in Harpers about prison inmates last meals. Heres a sample. dramatic comparision, I know. I am arbitrarily whiny about my great new job, but mostly cause I can't pinpoint whatso upsetting bout it. ps. I had the catfish with lemon risotto and some gingersnaps and a tylenol p.m.